Chapter 137

Jiang Jinshi had finally vented this bad breath, and he felt much more comfortable in his heart. Being able to make this stubborn old man like this was worth all the breath he had wasted.

"Let's go! I'll take you to experience Jiangcheng. If there is any place that is not done well, you can also give some pointers." Since the other party's attitude had improved, Jiang Jinshi naturally was not so tough, and his speech became a bit more pleasant.

Although he had modern thinking, the other party was experienced, and perhaps he could discover some shortcomings.

Feng Chunsheng was also humbly learning. He saw possibilities in Jiang Jinshi, the possibility of allowing the people to eat their fill.

It was just that Jiang Jinshi didn't expect that he would be stopped by someone after walking only two steps.

Jiang Jinshi looked closely and saw a middle-aged man with gray hair reaching out to block his way.

Yo!

I didn't expect that there would still be people in Jiangcheng who dared to block my way. You'd better have something important, otherwise, I will reduce your grain purchase quota for next week to six jin!

Jiang Jinshi thought fiercely, and the next moment the other party spoke.

"I wonder... if Young Master still remembers me?" The middle-aged man spoke cautiously.

"We... know each other?" Jiang Jinshi said while trying hard to recall, but he still couldn't remember who the other party was, only feeling that they looked a bit familiar, perhaps he had seen them somewhere.

The middle-aged man stepped aside, revealing the noodle stall behind him, and said embarrassedly: "It's normal that Young Master doesn't remember, but I want to invite Young Master to eat a bowl of noodles."

Seeing the noodle stall, Jiang Jinshi finally remembered. Wasn't it at this person's place that he ate noodles when he first brought Luo Feng and his sister into the city?

"I remember now, your noodles are eight wen a bowl, no meat!" Jiang Jinshi clapped his hands and hurriedly greeted Feng Chunsheng: "Old Man Feng, come quickly, I'm just hungry, this boss's noodles are not bad!"

Seeing that Jiang Jinshi remembered him and was so appreciative, the noodle stall owner was extremely happy, "Two distinguished guests, please wait, the noodles will be ready soon."

Feng Chunsheng sat down and asked suspiciously: "How are you so familiar with this shopkeeper?"

Although Jiang Jinshi didn't recognize the other party at first, in Feng Chunsheng's view, for the other party to be able to invite Jiang Jinshi to eat noodles in such a famine year, it must be a very good friendship.

After all, there was no fawning or forced smile on the other party's face; it was happiness from the heart. Feng Chunsheng was at this age, so he wouldn't be unable to see even this.

Jiang Jinshi thought for a while before saying: "I only ate noodles at his place once, but later I happened to see his noodle stall being smashed by city guards, and I helped him clean up the wreckage."

Feng Chunsheng nodded, stroking his sparse goat beard with his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Soon the noodle stall owner brought up two bowls of noodles and said with a smile: "Young Master said at the time that there would be a chance to eat my noodles again. I didn't expect that I would really eat them today."

Jiang Jinshi picked up his chopsticks and couldn't wait to put a mouthful into his mouth, revealing a look of satisfaction.

"It's this taste, it hasn't changed at all!"

In fact, Jiang Jinshi had long forgotten what these noodles tasted like. At that time, he couldn't eat anything good, and when he ate it for the first time, he only felt that the soup base was rich, which was not bad.

Now that he had eaten too much fish and meat, eating it again felt refreshing and delicious, still not bad.

"Are your noodles still eight wen a bowl now?" Jiang Jinshi asked the noodle stall owner beside him.

The noodle stall owner shook his head slowly: "At that time, grain prices rose, now it doesn't need eight wen, five wen is enough."

"Five wen? Is there still profit in this?" Jiang Jinshi was surprised. Although he had never done this kind of peddler business, if labor was included, he was afraid that five wen wouldn't make much money.

"Yes! Can make money, enough to support the family!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Jiang Jinshi nodded with peace of mind and continued to eat noodles.

A passerby suddenly recognized Jiang Jinshi while passing by.

"Isn't this our new City Lord?"

"Yes, I saw him on the city wall that day."

"So handsome! I wonder if he is married!"

It can be said that Jiang Jinshi's reputation had reversed in Jiangcheng since he sold affordable grain. It was just that people felt it was a bit awkward to call him Big Boss, so privately they all called Jiang Jinshi the new City Lord.

When Jiang Jinshi heard someone say words like 'handsome', he knew they were talking about him, so he greeted the other party in a friendly manner.

"Do you want to come and eat some noodles? The noodles at this stall are not bad!"

"Since the new City Lord said it's not bad, naturally I have to try it. Boss, three bowls of noodles!"

Seeing that business had come, the noodle stall owner gave Jiang Jinshi an apologetic smile and went to cook the noodles.

"I can't tell that the people actually recognize you as this 'new City Lord' quite a bit!" Feng Chunsheng was full of emotion. He had painstakingly managed Qingcheng for several years and had never received such treatment.

Jiang Jinshi shook his head: "Judge by actions, not by heart! They don't recognize me, they recognize what I do. If you did this in Qingcheng, the people of Qingcheng would all put your longevity tablet in their homes."

It was just that Jiang Jinshi didn't say the next sentence out loud: if he immediately canceled the grain selling, the people of Jiangcheng would probably scold him more harshly than they scolded Liu Changqing.

Feng Chunsheng only felt that what Jiang Jinshi said made a lot of sense. The people knew who was good to them, and naturally, they would support that person.

The people could still accept the management of mountain bandits, yet he looked down on the other party because of a 'title'. He regretted that he had wasted his reading of the sage books and was not even as clear-sighted as the common people.

So Feng Chunsheng stood up and bowed to Jiang Jinshi again.

Jiang Jinshi was eating noodles and looked at Feng Chunsheng, a bit confused.

What kind of madness is this old man Feng having again?

Feng Chunsheng said solemnly: "Young Master Jiang has taught this old man another lesson."

"Uh... you're welcome! You're welcome!"

Jiang Jinshi agreed in a daze, just wanting to finish the noodles.

Stirring his chopsticks, Jiang Jinshi suddenly discovered the meat slices hidden at the bottom of the bowl. He glanced casually at the busy noodle stall owner and continued to slurp noodles with his head down.

Jiang Jinshi's shout brought a lot of customers to the noodle stall. Even though he and Feng Chunsheng had left, there were still many people coming to eat noodles.

The noodle stall owner, who had been busy for most of the day, only discovered the ingot of silver Jiang Jinshi had left by the bowl when he went to clean up the dirty bowls.

Then Jiang Jinshi took Feng Chunsheng to have a good tour of Jiangcheng. Although many places had not changed, many people were holding the grain they had just bought, smiling and walking with their children.

This was like a ruined city that was gaining a new life, and what awaited it would inevitably be vigorous growth.

While walking, Feng Chunsheng suddenly stopped and spoke solemnly to Jiang Jinshi.

"I wonder if what Young Master Jiang said today still counts?"

"I said so much today, which sentence are you talking about?"

"Young Master Jiang said today that you want this old man to follow you!" Feng Chunsheng didn't feel that the other party was putting on airs, otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted a whole day on him.

"Naturally, it counts!" Jiang Jinshi let out a breath, and his expression became much more relaxed.